Ease of Mind

Ouija D'Angelo · 07-07-2011, 03:49 PM

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The large male returned from his trip outside of Anathema but he didn't make to return to the cave system. He wasn't ready to disappear into the darkness just yet. Instead he had walked up the shoreline to return to the pack's lands. He didn't bother to alter that course and head inland but just remained along the coast instead. The male seated himself in the sand so that he could stare out across the ocean. He was watching for some of the larger animals that he had seen out there previously. He had no idea what they were but had found them intriguing to say the least. he was hoping to spot them again and maybe learn a bit more about them or something.

He placed his satchel down in the sand beside him and pulled out a knife from it. He then reached out to pick up a smaller piece of driftwood from the sand. He had only been looking for one that was easy to hold. Once he found an appropriate sized stick he started to carve away at it. He was trying to recreate the animal that he had seen out in the water before from memory. The activity was really just something to keep his hands and mind busy while he refused to go into the cave system and socialize. After all he couldn't stand to be idle and who knew, someone might actually want it.

He worked on whittling and shaping the wood that he had in his hands with sparse glances out over the water. He was hoping for a refresher. Or at least something else to help distract his mind from some of his darker thoughts. He continued to feel unsettled in this pack. It no longer felt like home. Actually he had started to feel better when he was away from the pack then when he was upon the lands. And of course he had no idea what to do about such feelings. That was why he did what he could to distract himself and always have something to work on.

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Ravesque Acidic · 07-11-2011, 04:57 PM

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Relaxation was fine sand that always seemed to slip between the brutish fingers of the monster. Rest was no better, ephemeral and always unable to be found in his grasp. Since the ascension of his children into the ranks of the adults, Ravesque found himself unable to quell the restlessness that had come to life within his bloodstream. There was nothing for him to do as hours passed, no one to take care of, nothing to release the excess energy. Because of this, he had taken to walking. The mountains, the forests, the cavernous den...today, the shoreline.

The sounds of water calmed him as heavy onyx feet carried his weight across the sands of the beach, more than the scent of another on the coastline. Red eyes sought for the source — as a breeze died down, a new one came and replenished his nose with the floral smell, but it wasn't just flowers that tantalized his senses. The white, albeit colourful, body of a familiar face sat yards away at work on something as he had always seemed to be. He didn't approach for the longest moment, appraising and appreciating the sight as it was — a handsome wolf with no desire for interaction. That didn't last long, of course.

The distance was closed quickly, the black male eager to speak with someone from the past when all he could ever find elsewhere were new and ignorant faces. "Hard at work?" The baritone voice of the Acidic destroyed the silence in the air like a stone dropped on an egg as he leaned forward to view the project in the pale hands of the man seated beneath him.

Image by J; table by the Mentors!

Ouija D'Angelo · 07-23-2011, 01:39 PM

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What he was working on was one of the few things that he had ever created that didn't have a practical application in every day life. It was simply something to keep his hands busy as well as his mind. So while it wouldn't be something that he could use later it had a purpose for the moment. Besides, he could end up giving it away later. That certainly wouldn't be much of a problem for him. Should someone want it then he could easily hand it over. Not that he could think of anyone who would enjoy it.

He looked up at the sound of the voice, his concentration breaking from the work in his hands for that moment. "Always." The male admitted with a grin. It was the way that he had been brought up. He wasn't the sort to think to slack off. He wasn't happy with himself if he managed to do that. No, he always had to keep busy. It was a work ethic that stuck with him from living and growing up in the cult.

"It has been awhile since I've last seen you. How have you been?" The words were spoken in a distracted manner as he once again focused on his work. He wanted to finish off what he was working on while it was on his mind. After all he didn't want to forget the details. "So what do you think so far?" He asked, giving a vague motion of his hand around the area that was Anathema. He was curious if the other thought that the place his aunt built was quite different from the cult or if it was just him. After all he didn't want to speak on it and say for himself, placing the thought in the other's mind. No, he wanted the older male's honest opinion before he would give his own.

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Ravesque Acidic · 08-04-2011, 11:56 AM

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Some PP with saying Ouija let Rave touch him -- feel free to tell me to change it. Sorry for the wait!

The smile was a pleasing sight as he distracted the multi-colored man from his work briefly. His voice returned to distraction as his attention returned to his work, but Ravesque didn't appear put off or frustrated by a lack of attentiveness in the younger man. Instead, he came to rest behind him, crouching to watch over his shoulder and allowing a hand to rest on Ouija's shoulder. There was no invasion of space, as far as he was concerned, for touch had always been a part of their daily life in the cult. His head turned to glance about the pack lands at the motion of the Abigor's hand, red eyes focusing on nothing in particular. "It is...different. But disliking this place is pointless; it's home now." The truth was that he almost came out of his apathy enough to hate the place and how different it was from his world beneath the Tribunal.

He shook his head to rid himself of the negativity, resting more of his forearm against the back of his ex-lover's younger nephew. Ouija's colors had always managed to attract the attention of the Tuyul in the cult caves, though he hadn't sought him out in the same way he sought out Naniko. Still, his interest remained. Eyes wandered across the fading patches as fingers combed through the fur at his neck. "Have you ever considered starting over? Your fur could be cleaned out, give you a fresh canvas." He'd never really questioned the reasoning behind the man's choice of dying his fur, but the curiosity was still there.

Ouija D'Angelo · 08-04-2011, 03:41 PM

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Table & Coding © Kiki; It is fine and I don't mind the PP. I don't normally care about the small stuff as long as it stays true to my character and well, Ouija is about touch so there is no reason for him to deny it

He didn't figure the other would be upset that he continued to work. After all he could still talk and communicate at the same time. In fact he was intent on doing so. But it was simply the way he was brought up that he couldn't let any work rest until it was completed. It wasn't in him to neglect things and he figured the other would understand that since they had lived in the same place prior to this area. After all it wasn't as if Ouija had meant any disrespect by his distraction. No, he simply couldn't lay the task at hand aside when he had it close to completion already. Since he couldn't recall details he could only go with a silhouette for now. At least until he spotted the creature again to allow him to crave in the details to add to the silhouette.

He certainly didn't mind the touch in the slightest. In fact he made to try to lean back against the male behind him. Touch made him comfortable since it was what he had grown up with. Though it seemed rare outside of the cult. Most he had met in this area refused to touch of someone that was just met. It was something he didn't understand but didn't push the issue either. If they didn't accept friendly touches then there was nothing that he could do in order to change that.

"Except it isn't home. It doesn't have the feel of it. It is more shelter than home. It doesn't even feel of family as it is proclaimed to be. No one really seems to care about each other here. No offers to help when work has to be done. No one really seeming to work at all." He spoke quietly, noting the differences that made him unable to claim this place as home. He tilted his back to look up at the other. "The only thing the same are a few faces and living in caves. I worry that there are too many non-believers here. No one seems to practice any longer. No one taking the precautions for protection. I worry that it just inviting the evil spirits to come take hold of this place." He alluded to the feelings that he had about this place having grown to be cursed. He figured it to be that the majority living here did nothing for protection. That it was their skepticism that welcomed all the negative to present itself and make itself known. It seemed even his aunt and sister had lost their beliefs from being here for so long. He felt that the older male might understand his feelings and perhaps not chastise him for it. the other should know just how loyal he was that he wasn't one to turn his back on what he pledged himself to without reason.

He was practically a male replica of his aunt, except he chose to stain himself in multiple colors whereas she didn't. She didn't hold to her beliefs of white being pristine and therefore it had to be dirtied because none were meant to be that pure for it is disrespectful. Unless she went and changed that belief in order to suit her needs of course. Not that such was why Ouija dyed himself. For him it was a matter of preference. Nature was full of color that he simply chose not to be stuck to a single one. Instead he displayed the colors of nature across his pelt.

A deep rumble of appreciation formed within his chest as his neck was played with. It even caused him to falter on his work as he closed his eyes. The touch combined with the words had his mind reading much more into the situation. "Are you saying you would rather have me plain?" The words were practically mumbled out as head became tilted back to allow him to peer at the other male. "You wish to scrub me clean and make me brand new just for you?" The words might come off as innocent enough but clearly not with the tones that they were spoken in, that hint of desire that resonated in his voice and was reflected in his eyes.

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